The
Lord is my shepherd;I shall not want.He
maketh me to lie down in green pastures:He leadeth me beside the still
waters.He
restoreth my soul:He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His
name's sake.

Yea,
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,I will fear no
evil:for Thou art with me;Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.

Thou
preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:Thou
anointest my head with oil;my cup runneth over.

Surely
good ness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:and I will
dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Amen.

A Veteran's
Last Farewell: Raymond C. Gugel

With
hushed and metered steps, the small procession strode.They bore a
casket, humbly carved: "A Comrade to his last abode."

The
Nation's flag was soft unfurled, and draped across the bier.For this
was not a common grave: A veteran would be buried here.Around the
grave the mourners stood; a quiet stillness filled the air.

The
Chaplain stood and bowed his head,
and offered quiet prayer.

"Lord,
bless our faithful Comrade here,
and lead him to his rest.He served
his land in time of war.He served and passed the test.

What
battles won, or battles lost, we do not keep the score.His
youth, his courage,he gave of all.He was a Veteran - nothing
more.

This man was precious to his country.A son
who heard the call.He served to keep his Nation free;He fought to
save us all.And so we come to pay respects,
to an honored Veteran son.

In
praising him we praise them all, who fought with sword and gun.Farewell,
loyal son;we leave you here.Our debt to you is vast, to you and every
Veteran, our gratitude will last."

The Chaplain paused,and
closed his book, and thus he ended prayer.The Honor Guard retrieved
the flag, and folded it with care.

Three times the last
command rang out.Three times shots broke the lull.A muffled
bugle sounded taps.The Veteran's last farewell.Sleep here,
brave son;Your nation bids you well.You earned your place in
Paradise.Now rest where heroes dwell.